I’ll go with you

Even though everything seems pointless, in the end, I can’t help but hold on to what remains.

Forgive me, if you can, for what, I know not.

I’m tiring of this world, though I do not long for the next.

In the end, I long to feel. It has been too long.

The world used to be such a vibrant place.

The cold is my friend.

Fascination ends, I guess.

Liberation carries no worth, for the impact it shall have.

I’ll end it here, else it’ll be endless.



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